Still magic in the midnight sun

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.

I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.

In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling.

I like the scars because I like the stories. Bravery, stupidity, pain—none of them come free.

“Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell…”

“Oh, darling….You will be good to me, won’t you?…You will, won’t you?…Because we’re going to have a strange life.”

“I dreamed you, I wished for your existence.”